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They sought a hotel, where they breakfasted; then waiting until business men had gone to their work, they called a carriage and drove to the home of Browning's step-father. It was Browning's turn now to tremble and perspire. "Bless my soul, Jim!" said he, "no drift on the Comstock was ever half so hot as this, never, by Jove!" They were admitted and shown to the parlor.
"I don't believe I could be as good as that dog," said Frank. "I know I could not," said Harry. "How the shepherd and his wife must have loved him! If I had been in their place, I should have treated him like the little boy's brother, and kept him always in the parlor." "I dare say they did," said Mrs. Chilton.
We have passed the gates of Gold." To the "newer nobility of California," is given local golden patents. They cover modest paternal names and many shady personal antecedents. In a land without a past, the suddenly enriched speculators reign in mart and parlor. They rule society and the Exchange.
So long." A development came that evening. Mrs. Hepton heralded it. "Captain," she said, when he answered her knock, "there's a young gentleman to see you. I think he must be a relative of yours. His name is Warren." Captain Elisha pulled his beard. "A young gentleman?" he repeated. "Yes. I showed him into the parlor.
I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here. It creeps all over the house. I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the stairs. It gets into my hair.
"You are Mrs. Tate?" I wondered how the detective knew. "Yes, sir." "Mrs. Tate, we want to make some inquiries. Perhaps in the house " "Come right in," she said hospitably. And soon we were in the little shabby parlor, exactly like a thousand of its prototypes. Mrs. Tate sat uneasily, her hands folded in her lap. "How long has Lucien been here?" Mr. Jamieson asked. "Since a week ago last Friday.
I like a pretty room too, but I never have a minute to attend to mine; I'm always so busy on my clothes that half the time I don't get my bed made up till noon; and after all, having no callers but the girls, it don't make much difference. When I graduate, I'm going to fix up our parlor at home so it'll be simply regal.
The play was on. It ended at seven. Mr. Wrenn took but fifteen minutes for Sunday supper, and wrote till one of the morning, finishing the first draft of his manuscript. Revision was delightful, for it demanded many conferences with Nelly, sitting at the parlor table, with shoulders confidentially touching. They were the more intimate because Tom had invited Mr. Wrenn, Nelly, and Mrs.
"I'll be ready in a few minutes," he told them, as he admitted them to the parlor. "Make yourselves comfortable while I get my hat and coat on, and we'll get started." He left the room, only to reappear a few moments later in full motoring regalia. "All ready," he announced. "Come on out to the garage and we'll get started. Mr.
She now hastily left the oak parlor to attend to her studies, and Florence sat down to begin her studies. Her head ached, and she felt restless and miserable. She envied Kitty's serene face and Mary Bateman's downright, sensible way of attacking her subjects. "I cannot think how you keep so calm about it," she said to Mary, in the course of that morning; "suppose you lose?"
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